She finally looked up, her own eyes rimmed red, her nose red, as if she were holding back tears. She faked a professional smile. "I did a profile on you Lukallawei Ambrose. Conformed to your ideal woman. Quiet, sheltered, in need of protection, broken, adoring, naive, unsure. I became all of those things and put myself in your path. You took the bait like I knew you would. I was supposed to be in longer, but it is what it is. We got what we went in for and that's what mattered."
"It was all a lie," he said angrily, shaking his head. "All of it. How did you f*****g fake being a virgin?"
"Oh, I didn't fake that."
"You let your job make you..."
"I made a personal choice. I could have stopped you any time I wanted. As you saw. So you know, I didn't... fake everything. Anyway. Not the point
